((Posting Ivory real quick then waiting for the others.
Ivory will take Lion to Stormclan and then Redear will decide to imprison Lion. That sound good? I don't think it would be very fitting for Ivory to feel sorry for Lion, then say "Okay, keep her a prisoner" xD
Or maybe, Redear will be all like "KILL HER, YOU FOOL"
And then Ivory will be like "NU! Let's just keep her a prisoner!"
And then River be like "I am the only male in the clan at the moment so obviously my choice is insignificant compared to the females." DEMOCRACY
Poor, Poor Lionpaw. Tries to be nice then gets taken prisoner for it TT_TT
Sorry I'm high on pepsi
And oh my god that actually does fit, Okami. So are you implying that Leopardpaw feel guilty and want to get Lionpaw back? FRIKKIN GENIUS. ))
There went that wave of guilt again. Really, she thought that her heart should be hardened enough not to feel guilty for killing the cats who had aided Leopardpaw in trying to kill her. The gears in Ivorythorn's head started turning. Surely she should know by now that her sisters have died? Eh, who cares anyway... The silver she-cat let her hackles flatten to give the illusion that she had relaxed. "Ah... How kind of you." Ivorythorn said with a forced smile. I'll take her back to Stormclan and wait till Sin gets back... How she planned to keep the orange tabby in the camp until the turkish vann arrived, she didn't know yet. "Would like you like to come and thank Redear in person?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. She turned away and flicked her tail in the direction of her camp, "Come along." The she-cat padded away, expecting Lionpaw to follow in kind. Sin... I hope you get back soon... Her thoughts strayed as she strolled through the forest. Ones of Foxpaw, that night... She wondered how devastated he would be to find another one of his sisters missing, injured, or worse... killed.
Ivorythorn glanced over her shoulder at the unfortunate Lionpaw. In all harsh reality, she wouldn't have anything good in store for her. And it'll be all my fault too... She shook her head, trying to wish away the sympathy. The silver tabby entered the camp, "Here we are, Lionpaw..."
Riverstorm's eyes blinked open, his ears sitting high on his head as he detected pawsteps.
"Here we are, Lionpaw..." It was Ivorythorn's voice.
"What in Bloodclans... Lionpaw?" He muttered, raising his head from the warm pillow that was Redear's fur. His nose twitched in disgust. "Nightclan." The blue-tabby turned and nudged his mate, though words were not needed he said this anyways, "Redear, Ivorythorn has brought someone..."